Wednesday, 19 May 2010

crazy office girl-the update

I just foound out that they have decided not to move the desk of te crazy bitch who sits next to me, beacause:
A- we are superficialy getting on.
B- she's hardly ever in the office
C-shes now had a barney with the girl who sits next to the vacant seat they had planned to move her to.

After a slightly inebriated chat to a colegue in the pub, it was revealed that she's fallen out with every female in the office under 40.
She is a psycho.


  1. I stumbled across your blog by accident. I have never read a more self-absorbed, pointless and boring load of cack.

    Why do you feel the need to share incredibly dull moments from your life, then moan incessantly about things most people just accept as part of life.

    And feeling sorry for yourself aka your depression then broadcasting the fact is so immature.

    Why don't you get a diary and write your shit in there or alternatively just don't write anything at all. Really if I thought / felt how you do I would want to kill myself.

    Pathetic. utterly pathetic.

  2. If you don't like it, then no one's forcing you to read it!

    What's really pathetic is that you see the need to write a ridiculously long (and boring) comment on something that you clearly think is not worth your time in the first place.

    Get a life.

  3. Thinks the comment above by Paul is really mean.. wow... and not appropriate... anyway... I enjoyed this post because it reminded me of the women that I work with and I know the feeling:)

  4. Wow Paul! Why so mean? Do you have a small penis?

    I also found your blog at random and it made me laugh picturing you halfway around the world trying to get rid of crazy office girl, and you do warn us that you are a boring London really Paul. Boring can be entertaining, I read all the way down, I was so entertained. I blog about living in my tent in Wyoming, USA while counting birds. Drop by and have a peek if you want to step into "office" problems totally different than cowboys waking me up in the middle of the night asking my why I'm sleeping in the middle of an oil field.